Yesterday, I was struck by the real beauty of the sunset. Every color and hue known to our eyes are present, bidding farewell to yet another day. It seems like it will last forever, but the the yellows, reds, and oranges fall away. They're followed by the greens, purples, and blues. Last to leave is the indigo; it is replaced by the black night, and white stars.
Even more so, I was struck by the folly of art (namely photography, but it applies to other arts as well) in reference to the natural world. I feel that many times people will miss being able to experience the moment of beauty with their own eyes, because they have it hidden behind a